You don't have very many options
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You can, get with the program, or you die
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The Unit
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[Chorus: 50 Cent]
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(T.O.S.) Terminate on sight
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You see the muh'fuckers who get it right
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(T.O.S.) Night or daylight
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It's hammertime, got your nine, I got mine
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(T.O.S.) I carve you up nice
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You see my knife, see you in ya next life
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(T.O.S.) Terminate on sight
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Keep one in the chamber, walk with the banger
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[50 Cent]
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I'm on that SSK shit, shoot, stab, kill
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Think I won't get busy well nigga I, will
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Ain't nothin to talk 'bout, get the tape and the chalk out
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When I pull the strap out, I might go the mac route
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Leave your car door and your windows all clapped out
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I turn enemies to memories, remember me?
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The Hennessy, got my eyes glassy, niggaz try to blast me
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With the .38 them stray shells flew past me
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I'm on 'em, what I'ma do, don't ask me
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Understand I'm fin' to have yo' ass on the stand B
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Sold three to muh'fuckers tryin to jam me
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I'm caked up so niggaz in my hood can't stand me
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It's fuck 50, I stay in the drama
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He love her, I fuck her, she's his baby's mama
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She a freak, she give me the na-na
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That nigga try to front, I'll give him the llama, YEAH!
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[Chorus]
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[Lloyd Banks]
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Yeah (uhh)
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Everything was slow motion, but I think I got the potion
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Cause now that they overdosin all my doors are back, open
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In my Cadillac, totin, nigga play with me I'll smoke him
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Murder one one, four three-fours where I'm from son
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I don't need a gimmick, I'm the sickest nigga in it
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Get it upside-down or twist it, I could promise you a visit
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You're a midget, I'm taller than that nigga playin ball and
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Meanin everybody know me when I'm walkin through the mall and
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I get hot, in the mornin and right before I'm performin
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I been on it since a young'n, I'm comin and here's your warnin nigga
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Don't be snorin, bein on point is important
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Cause a coffin'll follow shortly after the white chalk and
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Call me what you want nigga but you can't call me broke
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Call me crack, call me coke, call me uncut, dope
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See my oh-eight gas burnin and my eighty-somethin rope
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Time's over for you niggaz, red line on your throat (terminated)
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[Chorus]
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[Tony Yayo]
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Unit! Who, who, who, who, who, who want it?
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Who, who, who, who, who, who want it?
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Which gangsta want it? (WHAT?) Which rapper want it? (WHAT?)
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Which trapper want it? My house is haunted
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And I'm gone, the Feds wanna bug me and wrap me
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I'm the Gingerbread Man, them boys can't catch me
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Two-oh-nine, M-6 stuck in the matrix
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BM got a new friend, they finally got a facelift
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Yeah, I treat bitches like cars, I drove 'em out
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They keep a nice trey-pound from when the wolves is out
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Horses, Cavalies with a real-life vest on
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I kick game like Pele and Beckham (c'mon)
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I got dopehead hands, and crackhead fingertips (oh yeah!)
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From baggin up with my Bankhead, Atlanta bitch
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Every day is Christ', I live like Santa bitch
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I'm a scrambler bitch, the Feds can't stand this shit
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[Chorus]
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T.O.S. (Terminate On Sight)
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